As I walked the streets of Cusco and Puno the walls were verdant, shouting out the stain of third world. I witnessed the brash, the faded, the layers and inklings of all unwilling to be denied, screams for recognition. I took notice of this layered epistle, the unseen light amongst the dirty shadows.
This is a codex of time, past and present, tattered and torn. The melding moments born from sun and rain, all evidence, the trace resignations that life can bring. I see cautionary tales of promotion and poverty, politics and people, grit and grime the life cycles, palimpsests posted on the walls of urban Peru. Lines of DeferenceMorphemeActual InstanceFools GoldWhitewashWhole on the WallExcerptsFeeling LuckySemaphoreBlues WallJasper's Other MapBehind the NameOriflammeText LayersCircus Town CodexColor TypesTiedWaningNegative SpaceFive StarsBored DoorStuffed ShirtUnder the Big TopVenus WakingRetrogradeRemainsPalaverAcumenAB no CThirtyIndicationsDiscourseA Hand UpPosted